Force of Habit

Chapter 2

The rain currently pouring down onto the streets of the city cause me to wish for a warm blanket and some hot coffee but I need to get back to work. I stand up and return from my break. It's a really slow day today, which makes sense because of the pouring rain. I sit in silence, open book in hand, waiting for a customer to come by. Well, not complete silence since Sam, the cook, was blaring some music in the back, which I don't really mind.

About a half hour later, a group walks through the entrance and I am pulled out of the little infinity in my book. This always frustrates me, so I'm a little miffed when the bell rings signalling that a customer has entered the premeses. But then I look up to see him, yes him, in the flesh, standing on the other side of the counter.

"Hi!" I say in an attempt for a perky voice, but fail pretty badly if I do say so myself.

"Hi, table for 4," He answers as three other guys walk in behind him.

"Ok, go ahead and sit anywhere you'd like," I say handing them some menus.

Mr Hottie, as I now call him, seems to not recognize my existence but his friends do. Oh well, hey want food and in the person who brings it so that would make sense. Why would he notice me anyway, I'm not pretty and doctors would affirm that I am crazy.

I return with the mountain of food they had ordered and the three who noticed me were smiling at me while the other one, Mr. Hottie, was rolling his eyes and remained glued to his phone. I try to ignore the creepiness of the three men smiling at me, so I hand them their food. I turn away to grab their check when I feel a wet substance oozing down my back followed by the snickers of three certain people. I reach behind my back, grab the stickiness, and look. It's an egg. I have just had eggs thrown at me. Great. Just what I need.

Tears prick my cheeks and I dont even know why, maybe it's because I am already mentally unstable or it's because I have just been humiliated in front of a really cute guy. Either way, I run and I find myself in the bathroom, crumpled on the ground and sobbing my eyes out in my puddle of tears.

"Hey, are you ok?" a voice asks. I sniffle and nod, refusing to look up. Steps approach and stop in front of me.

"What do you want?" I ask, maybe a little too harshly. I get no reply so I look up. There, standing before me is Mr. Hottie, and seems to have taken notice of my distressed state. He moves and sits beside me.

"Hi, I'm Dustin,"he says, not answering my question.

"I'm Olivia."

"Well, Miss Olivia, I would like to apologize for my jerk friends being jerks."

"It's not your fault," I say, looking away as I feel another wave of tears erupting. He doesn't speak anymore but wraps his arm around me, "What are you doing!?" I shriek, jerking away and standing up.

"Umm... Comforting you. Ohmygosh! Did I make you uncomfortable, I am so sorry."

"No, you're fine. I'm just not a huge fan of physical contact," I say, looking away, again.

"Oh. Okay. Can I change the subject?"

"Ummmm, sure I guess. Why?" I ask.

"Well you seem really nice and I would like to get to know you better. Here's my number. I look forward to seeing you again Miss Olivia," he says handing me a slip of paper with a series of digits and exits the restroom. I exit a minute later feeling much more lighthearted than when I entered.